Disclaimer: I dun own Super Smash Bros. BOOGIEWAHLAH! Hehehe.

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Darkness is my world. I live in it, breathe in it. I used to live in the human world. I was banished.

Banished because of a sin, a terrible sin. After it happened, the others told me that I was innocent. Innocent...if I was innocent, why was I pushed away? Why did I feel tainted? Rejected?

Unloved?

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A young woman sits near an open window, her golden hair glinting in the sun. Her hands are folded neatly in her lap, and her long white dress is unwrinkled. Her fair skin is creamy and flawless, but somehow pale and dull.

She stares out the window. Her eyes are vacant. There is no expression in them, though they are beautiful. She sits there, like an unmoving doll with realistic, but not quite real glass eyes. She is beautiful, like her eyes, but somehow surreal and detached. Realistic, but not quite the real thing.

A young boy stands in the doorway. He is quiet and solemn as he watches her. She does not know he is there. He coughs quietly, but she still does not move from her position.

The boy knows that even if he were to shake her shoulder and announce his presence, she would not know that he existed. She does not know anything anymore. She does not even know what she was, or what she is.

She cannot feel the sun on her face, or hear the birds that sing through her window. Her eyes, her ears and her mouth are still functional, yet she does not use them. She can, but chooses not to.

The young boy does not understand why she does not seem to live in his world, but he accepts it. It is painful, seeing her like this.

Still in the doorway, his crystal eyes fill with tears. He shakes them off, even though she cannot see, and dissappears from the doorway.

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I was loved. I knew who I was, and my purpose. I had friends...and...I was innocent...

Innocent...what an odd word...when you are young, you stay innocent. When you grow up, you suddenly discover two things that push innocence aside.

Tragedy...

and...

Love.

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